On My Way

On the plane to Sao Paulo. The Portuguese on the plane, which includes the conversations around me, as well as all the instructions from the air hostess, are entirely too fast for me. I wonder if that will change by the time I get home. Right now I can only get bits and pieces and words at the end of the sentence when they slow down. I love the way it sounds though. Vaguely familiar. I finally got rid of my nervousness. I’m a bit anxious now, but only with the excitement of arriving. I was nervous all yesterday and today. I think it was mostly on account of my relationship with my girlfriend, rather than the trip itself. Am I leaving at the wrong time? Am I going to mess something up that is not easily repairable? I talked with her from Dallas, and everything seemed better after that. There are so many more barriers to leaving your life behind to travel than you would think. It’s incredible how they continue to creep up. But I’m determined to do this. I finished transferring all the ideas from my index cards during the past year into my journal this morning. I wanted to take everything I could from those cards with me to Brazil. I’m not sure why, but I'm sure a reason will present itself. After all, this trip is largely about self reflection, and so are those cards. The beautiful part of removing yourself from life at home, is the objectiveness from which you can view all that you left behind. I am always more in touch with myself when I’m abroad.